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Master Me	By : Vergnugen Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 8043 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Draco was going crazy.

It was an odd thing to become addicted to in such a short amount of time. He had received less than a handful of letters, and yet months after the fact he ached to get more. Although to be fair, as much as he appreciated the letters contents, what he desperately wanted was another clue as to the identity of his slave.

After that letter he had received in the Great Hall he had received one final letter. One! And then nothing. That was in November and it was now February. He no longer needed to even dig the letter out of his heavily warded trunk to remember the words from the last letter he had received. He had it completely memorized, was able to picture it no matter where he was.
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�Did my letter surprise you?

I saw your eyes sweep around the hall searching for who could have sent you such a letter. Do you know how beautiful you are when your cheeks get flushed just so? You left so quickly. I wish I could have watched as you finished reading my words- that I was standing close enough to see your eyes dilate in anger or lust, either as magnificent as the other. Did it make your heart beat faster to imagine yourself in the vision I shared?

Oh, I hope so.

I offered you fantasy then, I will grant you truth now.

My name does not matter, neither does my year nor my house, except to note that I am not a Slytherin. When I was first sorted, imagine my surprise when the Sorting Hat declared that the house of Slytherin would help me on the way to greatness. I had been warned that only �Dark Wizards� ever came from that house. I am not a Slytherin now, because I refused to allow myself to be placed in the �evil� house.

I do not regret my place in my current house, and yet� And yet�

Yes that is where my thoughts begin to fall apart. I have no regret for my decision, and yet I find myself filled with an insatiable fascination for the members of Slytherin. I feel no shame in admitting that my fascination has become focused on you in particular, young prince. Perhaps it is the curiosity of what might have been that draws me to observe the interactions of your house so closely. And yet in watching I have come to many conclusions that I wish I never had.

Imagine my quandary in recognizing that �dark� is not nearly the same thing as �evil�. I can no longer consider the two to be interchangeable. I do feel that darkness can be very dangerous, chaotic even, yet not necessarily malicious in intent.

It was a surreal realization.

All of my life the adults around me spoke as if the two were one and the same. They are most assuredly not. By their logic, I could very easily be classified as a dark wizard. Which makes me the very thing that I have been raised to hate.

Do they believe they do us a favor by trying to simplify things? Trapping us in a myriad of prejudices so minute that we never become fully cognizant of the compartments that we place other people in, or the images that we create of ourselves.

Am I meant to hate all Slytherins and, by association, myself? I wonder.

How curious it must seem that I have chosen you, of all people, to tell of such things. And yet I choose you because of your power, because of all the students of Slytherin, you are one of the darkest in that house, without truly obtaining the status of �evil�. I see it in you and I find myself captivated by the control that you have over your darkness.

There is an answering echo inside me, one that grows stronger every year, one that begs to be unleashed or tamed. I�m terrified of what would happen should it grow unchecked and escape my control. There are times when I lay in my bed at night that it starts clawing my mind, spiraling through my magic until it beats in time with my heart, fills me with every breath of air I take, until I think it surely must consume me.

Perhaps that is why I began to dream of you at night. My dream admits that which my mouth cannot. I need what you have, would give up anything to get it. Control. Although I am beginning to realize there is something else I need, even more desperately.

You.

There. Truth, as I promised.

And now in parting I present you something else- a challenge, and an offer. Find me Draco. Find me Prince of Slytherins. If you are able to control the darkness of my magic as you control your own then you may consider my self and my magic yours to do with as you wish.�

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�Draco, what�s wrong with you? Smile. You�re about to be bombarded with ungodly amounts of chocolate!� Blaize grinned and slapped him on his back.

�What?� Draco asked blankly.

�Chocolate. You know, really lovely candy that you will be receiving in abundance because it�s Valentine�s Day and girls everywhere love you?�

Draco was not amused. Valentine�s Day? Bloody hell.

�And the love potions they will be laced with because they�re just that desperate to get their hands on my gorgeous body!� he agreed in overly bright voice before glaring acidly at his idiot friend. �What kind of moron eats chocolate given to him by a witch on a day that women are notorious for singling out the males that they want?�

�Huh. Does that mean you don�t want that mountain built in your honor?� Blaize nodded toward the end of the Slytherin table where they always sat. Draco followed his gaze and narrowed his eyes in annoyance. He wouldn�t even be able to have breakfast at this rate because of the red and pink boxes and envelopes were piled on the table and spilling onto the bench so that there was no place to even sit. And more owls were swooping down every second.

�Of course not. I always give any candy I get to Crabbe and Goyle. You�d think after six years you�d have figured that out. Although you can have any jewelry I get sent this year if you�d like,� Draco offered generously.

�Well that�s nice of you,� Blaize said. �What do you normally do with any jewelry you get sent?�

�Depends on the quality,� he murmured absently. �If it�s poor quality I just trash it. If the metal or settings are good I keep it. Although, Valentine jewelry tends to be somewhat tacky, so if I do keep it I usually get it melted down and have something more suitable made.�

�Do you really get sent so much jewelry?� the dark boy gave Draco an odd look that the blond missed completely as he was a bit preoccupied with figuring out how to get rid of the mountain of gifts without sending hordes of females into tears at his rejection. It wasn�t that he cared really; it was just that it would really blow to have to wade to his first class of the day.

�A fair amount.� Finally Draco settled the matter by casting a reduction charm on the pile and scooping it into his book bag to be dealt with later. Finally he managed to clear a spot and get settled into his favorite spot.

An owl dropped a shiny Gryffindor red package in his bowl.

�Death to the pathetic worm who came up with Valentine�s day!� Draco hissed in annoyance as he fished the package out of his oatmeal.

�Wish granted. I�m pretty sure it�s creators have been dead for quite some time Draco, darling,� Pansy giggled at the thunderous look on his face.

It was, he realized, going to be a bad day.

Later that evening found him in his personal quarters, a privilege of his Head Boy status. All of the candies and gifts had been left in the Slytherin common room to be dispensed amongst his friends, none of whom were stupid enough to bother him when he had set himself to brooding. None of the valentines, as it turned out, had come from his Slave. Not one of the ninety seven valentine�s cards. Every last one of them met an untimely demise in the flames of his fireplace. He had more important things to concentrate on than silly Hufflepuffs with crushes.

Draco sat on his bed, pouring over a dusty tomb that he had selected from the Malfoy family library. The light of aforementioned fireplace danced through his room, and magically amplified, allowed him to read quite comfortably despite the lateness of the evening and the dimness of the dungeons. A precarious stack of books were piled to the side of the bed, discarded.

The small pile remained to be read held a position on his bedside table as he continued to research for a spell or ritual that reflected the terms of his Slave�s letters. He still had too many books to go to even consider stopping. One of them was bound to have what he was looking for, surely. Please dear gods, let one of them have what he was looking for.

Actually he was getting to the point where he would settle for any sexual magic references at this point. The only one he had found so far, the only one important among the purebloods it seemed, was a fertility rite that guaranteed conception. Interesting, but hardly practical since he knew his Slave to be a male.

A knock on his bedroom door jerked him from his thoughts. Dropping the book on top of the unread stack so it wouldn�t get mixed in with the ones he�d already gone through, he stood up to answer the door. Twisting the knob and opening the door revealed an empty hallway. Narrowing his eyes in irritation he stuck his head outside determined to find the cause of the disruption, only to find an empty hallway.

How odd. There was no way anyone could possibly have run away after knocking, not without him hearing them. The corridor was long without any other rooms except those belonging to Snape and no student would dare hide in those. But the hall was quite silent and there was no one there. Frowning thoughtfully he turned and started back toward his bed, only to stop short at the sight that greeted him.

There on his bed was a box that was wrapped in plain green wrapping paper. There was a plain piece of parchment resting on top of it. The parchment was sealed and addressed to D.M. The writing was the simple, but elegant script of a �Quick� quill.

Draco whirled around to jerk open his door and peer outside once more, eyes searching the deserted corridor as if it would offer some clue as to how the present had appeared on his bed in the span of a few seconds it took for him to get to the door.

Pulse picking up speed, Draco walked over to grab the box and letter. Debating for a moment he decides the letter could wait a few seconds. He had never received a present from his Slave before. The paper fell away beneath his nimble fingers to reveal a plain white box. The lid lifted to reveal a dagger.

Lifting it out of the box he studied the glinting weapon in the flickering light. It was breathtaking. The knife was razor sharp, meant for cutting, with very tiny runes running along the center of the narrow blade. The handle was black leather entwined with a pair of silver and gold snakes. The heads reached over the top of the handle, forming a pommel out of the jet that was held between their fangs.

But not even the wonder of his present was enough to distract him from his letter.
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�My fantasy reached its conclusion. I think I would like to tell you about it.

Once again I was on me knees before you. A position I admit to favoring. Much can be said about the strength of the man who stands on his own two feet, but I find that there�s a great deal more pleasure for the man who kneels.

Where was I? Ah yes, kneeling before you, naked as seems to be the state I am in much of the time I dream of you.

My arms are bound once more, but this time there is a sense of anticipation that shudders down my spine, pulsing in time with the pleasurable sting of the blade biting into my back. One, twice, a final time�

Your mouth trails along my flesh, capturing the blood that escapes, sealing over the marks you made. Your fingers exploring my body. You trace the marks you made tonight, probing with your tongue, but you don�t stop there. Lightly, oh so lightly, I can barely breathe for the pleasure washes over me, you lick the scars on my back until you�ve traced every single last one. Scars you�ve placed there, scars that interconnect to form the sigil of my Master.

As your mouth moves over the fresh cuts once more, you fill me for the first time, thrusting against me. Thick and full you push yourself inside, claiming me fully, completing the ritual. Completing me. Full, so full. Do you know how you fill me up?

Your power wraps around my body in pulsing waves that sink into me, caressing my flesh, your magic reaching inside me even as your cock slides deeper. Gods, so deep, please, deeper. I can feel you now, inside me, around me, weaving into every fiber of my being you fill me up until I can feel your heart beating in time with my own. The connection is so deep. So deep I can feel you in the back of my throat.

Or maybe those are just the words that are tumbling from my lips in what has to be a prayer.

�Please! Deeper! Oh I need you� my Dragon, my Prince�please, please,please�

I�m begging you. I�ve waited so long, you don�t know how long I�ve waited for this, for you�

�Take me� anything! Anything! Yours� All yours��

My keening cries bounce off the walls and flow around us, wrapping us power and heat that burns our straining muscles. Your body rides my own, as it has so many times in the past, your hand wraps around me. Hard strokes against my neglected cock.

Deeper! Oh thank you, thank you, thank you�Draco, my master�mine, all mine�

�Mine!� you growl against my skin.

�Yours!� I agree mindlessly.

You thrust yourself inside me again and again, sliding in me, over me. I need, god I need. You moan against my neck, and your teeth bite into my flesh, muffling your own cries. I arch into your mouth, straining toward your cock, writhing as my body is impaled over and over.

You feel it too. I know you do. It�s that fucking control of yours that�s getting in our way! Getting in my way. I need, oh gods how I need. Please�

I feel your come bursting inside me and your arms wrapping tightly around me, your screams filling the air and mingling with my own. White splatters along my stomach, reaching all the way up to my chin with the force of my orgasm, but it doesn�t matter because�

I�m falling, spinning, tumbling into the abyss� loosing myself in you. Your power crashes over me� My mind flies into a subspace of brilliant darkness, my body wracked with pleasures so intense that I can�t even begin to comprehend let alone describe the supernova that destroys my last defenses, ripping from my throat in an answering screams and cries and moans, the only way my brain can begin to express the feelings that are flowing through my body, my magic, my soul.

�And that was how the dream ended. I nearly wept when I woke to find that it hadn�t happened in truth. I eagerly await the day that it does.

Sweet dreams, my Dragon Prince of Slytherins.�

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Draco stood, rolling from bed so he could change his pajama pants. He didn�t even have to touch himself during this letter, and his pants were soaking wet in the front, sticking to his body uncomfortably. The blond sighed, kicking off his pants and tossing them into the corner of the room where he kept his clothes hamper.

�Sweet dreams my Lovely Slave.�

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Author�s Note: Thank you all who reviewed. I wasn�t planning on writing more, but since you asked� well. I appreciate the support, and hope this chapter lives up to your expectations.

By the way- is there anyone here who can draw well? I would like to make a deal� a picture of Draco licking/sucking his wrist from the last chapter (that image makes me squirm in my seat just thinking about it) for a one shot smut scene with characters of your choosing? Please contact my e-mail sinfulslytherin@yahoo.com, if you�re interested.

Anyone? *crickets* Erm, it was just a thought.
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